Lady Pertelote Speaks her mind
For shame she said,you timorous poltroon !
Alas, what cowardice!By god above,
You've forfeited my heart and lost my love.
i cannot love a coward, come what may.
for certainly, whatever we may say,
All women long-and O that it might be!
FOR HUSBANDS tough, dependable and free,
Secret, discreet, no niggard, not a fool
That boasts and then wiil find his courage cool
At every trifling thing. By god above,
How dara you say for shame, and to your love,
That anything at all was to be feared?
Have you no manly heart to match your beard?
And can a dream reduce you to such terror?